#venom movie tickle

[saturnzskyzz]

It would be hilarious to read a fic where Eddie, venom, and Deadpool tried to hold a decent conversation while trying to get to know each other's back story. That's all.

[lovemybluebully]

Salad is a Four Letter Word

Soooooo Venom seems to be popular again, especially with my new pal @ticklishdeadpool so this one is for you, buddy! 🍻

While I don't think I'm going to see the new movie I did decide to dig into my graveyard of abandoned fics. Found this WIP that I had started after the first movie came out and have now filled in all the gaps for your viewing pleasure. It was a little tricky as I haven't seen the movie in awhile, but hope I did okay. For that reason, I probably won't be writing anymore Venom fics for the current time, but at least this one will be out there now.

It's a totally nonsense-type of fic. lol Didn't really have anywhere that I was going with it so it had been abandoned, but still just fun, silly interactions between Eddie and Venom. With tickles of course! Me, write a fic without tickling? 🤣 Good one.

If you have a flesh-loving alien inside of you, you don't threaten to force him to eat salad. 😆

Venom (Movieverse)

Word Count: 2,546

"What are we doing here? We don't like this place."

Eddie let out an exasperated groan as he stood in the lobby of the hospital, waiting for the elevator to come back down.

"I already told you, Anne just wants to be safe and have Dan check me out. You know, just in case my body is having any adverse effects to you practically living inside me."

"We can assure you it is not," Venom gave an offended growl from inside of him just as the elevator doors opened.

"Yeah, well as much as I'd like to believe you we'll let the body scan decide that," Eddie nodded as he stepped into the elevator and pushed the button to the correct floor.

"Eddie doesn't trust us," the symbiote accused, prompting Eddie to roll his eyes as they moved up the floors of the building. For a powerful super alien from outer space he could sure be sensitive sometimes.

"Shut up, it's not that it's just that I need proof. I'm a reporter, and I like to have the facts."

"The fact is you're being a traitorous piece of shit."

The elevator finally stopped as they reached the selected floor and Eddie walked out into the hallway. He sighed heavily once he stopped in front of the door to Dan's office; his eyes looking up towards the ceiling as if trying to find his calm.

"Tell you what, if you behave here then we'll go get some McDonald's after this. Fair?"

"....Ok, deal. But lets make it a quick visit! I'm hungry!"

"You're always hungry," Eddie shook his head as he opened the door where the doctor and Anne were waiting.

"Hi Eddie, really nice to see you again," Dan welcomed him as he stood up from his desk and walked around to shake Eddie's hand.

"You too. Uh sorry we're late. My alarm didn't go off, and when I was trying to get out the door Venom was being his usual primadonna self and-Gaah!" Eddie grunted when a single symbiote tendril reached out and poked him in the ribs, just under the armpit.

"Keep talking, Eddie," Venom hissed threateningly; his head popping out from his host's back and wrapping himself over the wide shoulders.

"Well now I see who wears the pants in this relationship," Dan laughed, but it died out when Eddie gave him an annoyed glare, not finding his joke amusing in the slightest.

"It's a good thing you're a doctor and not a comedian."

"And it's a good thing you're a reporter and not a giant loser....oh wait," Venom snickered to himself while Eddie glared back at him.

"That's it. Deal's off."

"NOOOOO!!!" Venom wailed in sorrow as Eddie gave a smug grin and reconfirmed his earlier comment.

"See? Primadonna."

"Come on, guys, take it easy. This will all be quick and painless," Anne tried to break it up, though always finding their antics to be amusing.

"Yeah, it shouldn't be bad at all. Very standard procedure. So if you're ready we can get this all underway."

Eddie was then handed a hospital gown to change into as Dan led the way down to the lab.

.......................................

"Alright, buddy, we're gonna do an MRI now, and I know you don't like that so take a hike for a minute," Eddie instructed the alien as he gestured a thumb away from himself.

"Do I have to?"

"Just do it, would ya?"

"Ohhh ok," Venom grumbled as he seeped out of Eddie onto the floor, mostly forming into a blob, but with a serpent-like head extending out. Eddie blinked for a moment and then smirked down at the symbiote.

"You know, I never noticed how cute you actually look like that."

"We are not cute!" Venom glared up at him as Anne looked the symbiote over and nodded.

"You kinda are," she agreed with a grin, causing Venom to hiss and slither off out of the room.

"Well lets get this over with before Venom has a heart attack from not eating for thirty minutes," Eddie joked, purposely saying it loud enough for the alien to hear.

"It's been an hour, you prick!"

"Ooooh sorry, one whole hour! Someone better call CPS on me," Eddie rolled his eyes and climbed up onto the table. He then laid down with his arms at his sides as Anne looked back at Dan to give him the go ahead.

"Alright, we're all set. Here goes nothing," Dan said over the speaker as he controlled the conveyor to slide into the tube until only Eddie's legs and feet were sticking out, "Now try not to move and this won't take long."

"Got it," Eddie nodded, but with the position he was in Anne couldn't resist teasing him a little.

"Comfy in there?" Anne grinned playfully, running a finger up the bottom of Eddie's bare foot as the man yelped and jerked his leg.

"He-Hey! Well not when you do THAT!"

"Sorry, it's just too easy," she briefly tickled his other foot receiving another squawk of objection as Eddie pulled up his knees to put his feet flat on the table.

"Heehee, stop it!"

"Get him again, Anne," Venom goaded into the microphone from where he sat next to Dan inside the control room as Eddie yelled back at him.

"Shut your mouth, parasite!"

Dan was trying to remain professional, but had to use his hand to cover his mouth so he could hide his amused smile.

"Lay still, please. Anne, leave the patient alone."

Anne smirked, giving him a wink as she walked away to join Dan and Venom. Once he saw that she was at a safe distance Eddie put his legs back down.

A few moments later the machine came to life and began the in-depth scan, while the three observed on the monitors in the control room. After a minute of looking at the pictures on the screens Dan cleared his throat.

"Hmm. Well that's interesting...," the doctor trailed off in his thought, making Eddie assume something was wrong.

"What? What do you see?! He hasn't been snacking on my organs, has he?! Venom!"

"Actually everything looks perfectly normal. Organs are all intact, no restrictions in your blood flow, heart looks healthy, brain functions are top notch. All in all I'd say you check out just fine. It's incredible," Dan put his hands up in astonishment as he sat back in his chair.

"So you're saying that having Venom inside of him hasn't done any damage whatsoever?"

Anne was just as surprised to learn this new information as Dan shook his head in response.

"Not that I can see, no."

"Told you, pussy," Venom sneered haughtily, slithering out of the control room back into view while the conveyor drew Eddie out of the machine.

"Well that's a relief," Eddie sat up and immediately began putting his clothes back on, "Guess I can sleep better tonight knowing that this parasite inside me isn't leeching off of my body so much."

"That can easily change if Eddie keeps calling us names...," the symbiote growled as Eddie just shook his head with an amused smirk. Dan then walked out into the room, scribbling some notes onto a clipboard.

"Alright, well since we're all done with that it's safe for Venom to get back into your body now."

"Yes!" Venom whooped as he quickly hurled himself at Eddie, knocking him back onto the table.

"Hey! Watch it!" Eddie grunted as he then found himself forced off of the table to his feet.

"Come on, lets go Eddie! Now!" Venom shouted as he took control and yanked Eddie's body across the room towards the door much to the surprise of the other two.

"Uhh, goodbye?" Anne gave an awkwardly half-wave.

"I promised him McDonaaaaaaald's!" Eddie's voice faded as Venom violently drug him out of the room.

A SHORT WHILE LATER....

"Happy now?" Eddie asked with a sickened frown as he recanted watching Venom devour over ten quarter pounder cheeseburgers. The alien belched in response from inside of him as they walked down the sidewalk.

"Yes. That will probably hold us over for another hour or so."

"You know, you're a pretty expensive date," Eddie groaned as he looked into his wallet, only having a few dollars remaining now.

"Would you rather we ate a human instead?"

"Uhhh no, heh. No, I'd appreciate if you didn't do that," he laughed nervously as he glanced around at all the people on the busy street that Venom could easily snatch up if he so desired.

"Well then you shouldn't complain. Besides, you love us."

"In a really screwed up kinda way, yeah I guess so," Eddie smirked, "Now shut up, will ya? People are gonna think I'm crazy if they see me walking around and talking to myself."

"People already think we are crazy," Venom pointed out, making Eddie shake his head.

"Not complete strangers. Now not another word until we get back home. Got it?"

"But Eddie we can't stay quiet that long..."

Eddie just kept his mouth closed, pretending he didn't hear anything.

"Eddie...."

Still Eddie continued to ignore him

"EddieEddieEddieEddieEddie!"

Eddie just continued facing forward as he focused on getting back to his apartment down the street.

"Ignore me will you...," Venom then grinned slyly as he crept out underneath Eddie's jacket to stay unseen and then gently squeezed the man's shirt covered ribs, making his body jerk in an unusual fashion.

"Gggnnh! You little...!" Eddie yelled just as he was passing a mother with her child, who looked at him accusingly as she pulled her daughter closer and hurried on.

"I'm...I'm sorry, I didn't mean....Not her, I just....," he tried to explain himself as he stammered after them to no avail, hearing the mother mention something to the little girl about, 'That is why you don't do drugs'.

Venom chuckled at how perfect the timing of that had been as Eddie growled.

"Alright, very funny. Now stay still and stay quiet," he muttered, trying not to move his lips too much as his outburst had attracted some unwanted eyes.

He'd made it another half a block before his sides were being attacked again as he stumbled and clamped his arms down.

"Eeheehee!" He gave a high-pitched giggle, prompting some of the street vendors to give him odd looks as he blushed and tried to walk a little faster.

"Will you stop? You're making me look insane."

"Can we talk again?"

"No!" Eddie hissed, "Just keep your fucking mouth shut, and wait until we-Ehahahah!"

The tentacled goo dug into his armpits for a few moments as Eddie squirmed in place and laughed wildly.

"No, not there!" He yelped just as the tickling stopped, looking up to find people had paused on the street to stare at him with curious eyes.

"I uh...heh.....I'm just uhhh....," when he couldn't think of any kind of believable explanation he quickly just turned and walked away again.

"I hate you so much right now," he whispered loudly through gritted teeth, hearing Venom laugh from within and knowing he was getting a big kick out of making Eddie look like a fool.

"Think that's funny? Well guess who's eating nothing but salads for the next week or two."

Venom's snickers immediately were cut off as he was now silent for a moment.

".....You're bluffing," his voice was full of uncertainty and worry and that made Eddie smirk, knowing he had the upper hand now.

"Tickle me again and find out, fucker," Eddie threatened vaguely, and just let Venom stew in his thoughts for now about whether he was being serious or not.

It seemed to work as he had now made it a few blocks without incident, even stopping to have a nice chat with Mrs. Chen when he came across her sweeping up her store front.

"Evening, Mrs. Chen."

"Hello Eddie. Not going to buy a chocolate bar today like usual?"

"No, no chocolate. I was thinking about going on a diet actually," Eddie smirked slightly as he rubbed at his stomach.

"Ohhh, he's not going to like that," she smiled, referring to Venom and knowing that he was the one who had the sweet tooth.

"Well it's for his own good. Besides he's been misbehaving a lot lately so I had to put my foot down. Say you don't happen to sell any saHAAlads, do yoohou?" His body spasmed out of nowhere as the shop keeper gave him a concerned look.

"What's wrong, Eddie? Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm f-INE! I'm juhust....Venom keeps....teehehehehee...I...I gotta go-ho, Mrs. Chen," Eddie stuttered through his giggles as he gave her a wave and continued on his way down the street.

"Don't worry, dear, he'll be back for that chocolate," Mrs. Chen called to Venom with a smile as the alien peeked out from under the back of Eddie's jacket and gave her a wink.

"V! What did I tell you?!" Eddie spat once they were out of earshot, "You really want to eat nothing but salads for a week?!"

All was quiet for a few moments before Venom finally gave a reply that made Eddie's skin crawl.

"Worth it."

A split second later and the tendrils were everywhere on his upper body; this time staying underneath his t-shirt to get directly at the bare skin. They were wriggling all over from his hips and belly all the way up his sides into his armpits, and there was nothing Eddie could do to try to hide his reactions.

The man was in a laughing fit now as he nearly fell over but managed to find his footing and continued to hurry down the sidewalk despite all the people staring at the hysterically laughing man as he went by. The tickling was unrelenting this time as he desperately looked for some kind of escape.

He finally was able to duck down an alleyway, stumbling and tripping over a garbage can as he went further down. After giving a brief look to make sure no one was around he collapsed with his back against a wall and shouted through his laughter.

"Okaaahaay! Okaahaahaaay! Hahahaha! You caahaan tahahalk agahahain! Now pleeeheease st....stop tihihickling meeheee!" His arms uselessly pressed to his sides as he kicked out and squirmed.

"And the salads.....?" Venom pressed with goo squirming up to tickle the reporter's sensitive neck as well, making him squeal out giggles.

"A johohoke! Juhuhust a johohohoke! Ahaahahaheeheehee! Plehehease buhuhuddy! I'm sohohorry!" Eddie shouted for mercy and was grateful when it was granted to him as he tried to calm down and get his breath back. Venom then popped out of his jacket to give him a shit-eating smile.

"Nice of you to come around, Eddie."

"....You're an asshole," Eddie glared playfully at him, giving him a small shove.

"Takes one to know one."

"Yeah? I thought I was a pussy?"

"Yes, but you're our pussy," the symbiote replied as Eddie's face gradually twisted in revulsion.

"Uhhh, thanks? I mean, that hardly sounds like a compliment, but thanks?"

"The best pussy we've ever had," Venom grinned proudly, in his mind thinking that had sounded better as Eddie only sighed and put his face in his palms.

"Please stop."

"Definitely the biggest."

"You can still eat me, right?"

[ddejavvu]

Hi mei <3 I was terrified on the plane for no reason and it just made me think of how funny rooster would think a nervous flier is 😭😭 can I request what flying commercially with rooster would be like? thank u bestie

"Babe," Bradley's familiar voice comes from beside your ear, and you don't grant him the privilege of your gaze. Instead you keep your eyes screwed shut, and you feel him try to pry your hands off of the armrest between you.

"Come on," He laughs, not out of judgement, but absurdity, "You've gone up with me a hundred times!"

"This is different," You grit out, your teeth clenched hard enough to shatter the enamel, "You've been training for decades, you're the best of the best, and you fly a two-seater. There's two hundred people on this plane, and I saw the pilot flipping through a users' manual of the cockpit controls when we boarded."

"Well then he'll know exactly what to do," Bradley drawls, infuriatingly calm about the angry rumbling of the plane's engines as you speed down the runway. When the plane gains its first feet of air you groan, digging your nails hard enough into the armrest to puncture the plastic covering.

"Okay, you-" Bradley pinches your finger, not hard enough to hurt you, but hard enough to shock you into dropping your grip. You do so with a venomous look shot his way, but he scoops your hand into his own and kisses it undisturbed.

"You're gonna be fine." He promises, the fibers of his mustache tickling your knuckles, "Okay? I swear I won't let you die."

"What if this plane crashes, Bradley?" You keep your voice low, not wanting to worry any other nervous passengers.

He rolls his eyes fondly, "Then we'll take a nosedive into the sea. And I have extensive water survival training, which I will use to get us safely back to shore. Hell, I'll have us airlifted out, babe. Don't worry."

"I will stop worrying once my feet are on the ground again," You huff, but Bradley takes it as a good sign that you don't drop his hand. He pokes and prods at the screen in front of your face, strapped to the back of the chair in front of you.

"There, baby, Footloose. You like that one, yeah?"

You gnaw on the inside of your cheek as you contemplate his offer, the escape of a movie tantalizing in the face of your nerves. When he digs headphones out of his pocket and offers them to you with raised brows, you finally concede, taking them from him and jamming the connecter into its jack.

"Fine." You grumble, stuffing the earbuds into your ears, "But I swear to god, Bradley, if shit hits the fan, you'd better save me."

"I will." He vows, grinning as he steals the earbud from the ear furthest away from him, and replaces it in his own left ear to watch the movie with you, "I'll beat a bunch of old people out of the way to the lifeboat for you, honey."

[minnielvrr]

Photoshooot- Part 3

Lee: Hyunjin Ler: Minho Word count: 2.2k

Hyunjin and Seungmin cackled as they ran away from a fuming Minho for what seemed to be the millionth time today. “Hyunjin, I swear to god, do that ONE more time and I will kill you. And you Kim Seungmin, I promise you won’t be smiling by the time I’m done with you.” The amount of venom dripping from his voice ought to have scared the two brats off, but they had chosen to be selectively deaf today.

Seungmin eventually learnt that Minho did, in fact, mean what he said when he was dragged off to the dressing room during their break after he had messed around one too many times. It was obvious what went on behind the closed doors when screams and pleas ensued amidst desperate laughter and 5 minutes later, Minho walked out with a blushy, messy haired puppy in tow. The obvious tear tracks and heaving shoulders earned him enough teases from everyone to last the rest of their filming.

For the remainder of their break and their MV shooting, Seungmin stayed well out of Minho’s way, flinching away with giggly apologies every time the older wiggled his fingers in his direction, smirking in satisfaction at the reactions he got.

In retrospect, Hyunjin thought he should really have taken the hint then, he really should have let Minho be. But his lee mood had suggested otherwise, and really, who was he to fight that? “Piggy,” he called out just as Minho sat down, having just finished his part. Minho sighed, tilting his head up to shoot a glare at Hyunjin who scampered off, giggling in delight. Minho shook his head, distracting himself from the ler mood that had creeped up on him mid-shoot, fiddling with some heart shaped handcuffs he’d found. He’d caught the glint in Hyunjin’s eyes, just before the ferret had turned away. A glint that told tales about how the younger seemed to actually be feeling. Lino bit back an annoyed smile. Oh, he was just so obvious, wasn’t he? How adorable.

Unfortunately for Hyunjin, the rest of the shoot went smoothly. Minho and Changbin caught Felix just as they finished work for the day and tickled him lightly, holding him in their lap and tickling his worries away, the others cooing adoringly at the sight before them. From the corner of his eyes, Minho saw Hyunjin staring longingly at the scene unfolding, feet tapping impatiently on the floor. His cheeks were splotched pink, the color slowly spreading to his neck and ears. Cooing internally and smiling smugly to himself on the outside, the two finished off, cuddling Lix for a little before getting ready to go home. The boys had planned a movie night at the Lino and maknae line dorm and soon everyone was showered and ready. Minho, Chan and Felix had volunteered to prepare some homemade snacks and had told the others to stay away from their kitchen until they finished up.

So having being banished from their only source of food, the five kids lounged around in the living room for a bit before cuddling up together on the sofa in front of their projector screen. The fairy lights Jeongin and Felix had set up earlier emanated a soft glow that perfectly set the mood for the evening. And vocalracha, as bratty as ever, had sat themselves down on either side of Hyunjin, leaning in to whisper teases in the poor boys’ ears until he finally snapped, “Okay, so since you guys just love to tease me, why don’t you actually do something about it?!”

“Oh no, Lino hyung has already staked his claim on you,” Seungmin giggled, shivering a little when he remembered what had happened today. “Yeah, we’re just having our fun in the meantime,” Jeongin piped in, loving how flustered Hyunjin looked. “I hate you both so much,” Hyunjin sighed, plopping himself down between the arm of the sofa and Changbin who stroked Jinnie’s hair as he scrolled on TikTok. It wasn’t long before movie night officially began and finally, peace and quiet reigned the room. About an hour in, Hyunjin excused himself, retiring to his room. As soon as the door shut behind him, he allowed the tears of frustration to fall down his cheeks, squishing his face into his pillow and thinking about Seungmin’s words. ‘Did Minho know about his mood?’ Hyunjin hadn’t exactly tried to hide his feelings but he had thought he was being subtle about it. Maybe he wasn’t as slick as he’d thought. ‘But why wasn’t Minho doing anything about it then? He’d not held back from tickling either Seungmin or Felix today, so why had he been ignored?’ A sudden thought occurred then, did Minho not like tickling him? He had teased him a lot throughout the day and poked him and all, but did he not want to actually go any further like he did with the others? Hyunjin bit his lips at the thought, more tears spilling down his cheeks as he buried his face into his pillow, sobbing all his pent-up emotions and worries away.

He was so lost in his little world that he didn’t hear the quiet knocks, or the door opening, or even the creaking of the floorboards as someone walked over to him. It was only when a gentle hand rubbed his back and a worried voice called out to him that he snapped out of it. Hyunjin looked up to see Minho anxiously watching him, reaching down to thumb away the tears from his eyes. “Aw baby, what’s wro-.” “Hyung do you not like tickling me? Is it my laugh? Or that I struggled too much? Or-or…” He dissolved into more tears as more and more reasons than he could handle popped up in his head. “What? Jinnie baby no. I love you laugh and your reactions. Wait- is this because I tickled our ferret and kitten today and not you?” Minho tilted Hyunjin’s face so that he was looking directly at him. “Tell me, love. Why did you think that?” Hyunjin bit his lips and averted his eyes. Minho climbed onto the bed and pulled the younger boy into a tight embrace, feeling him melt against his hold. They sat like that for a long while, the older rubbing small circles on Hyunjin’s back in an attempt to soothe him, rocking them side to side, whispering sweet nothings in Jinnie’s ears.

The two stayed like that for a long while before Minho sighed. “Fine. I was gonna wait until after the others left but I guess I’ll just have to show you right now.” He smirked at the confused look on the ferret’s face, instructing him to lay down on his back before running out of the room. Lino was back in less than a minute, one hand hidden behind his back. He took a seat on the bed near Jinnie’s head and proudly presented….heart shaped handcuffs? “H-hyung why do you have that? Isn’t that for the stage performance?” “I borrowed it for tonight,” Lino answered with a wink, Jinnie blushing at the insinuation. No way. Seungmin was right!

“Are you okay with this, Jinnie? We could skip it for now or have another member pin you down while I wreck you?” The earnest look Minho wore only further flustered Hyunjin. ”Ughh hyung~ you can’t just say things like that,” Jinnie pouted, a soft “I trust you hyung,” answering Minho’s question. “Aww did you actually want this? Did you want me to tie you up and tickle you? Coochie coochie coo~~.”

Hyunjin glared, embarrassed beyond measure. But killing Minho would have to wait for later, he decided. They hadn’t even started yet but Lino’s stupid teasing  has butterflies doing freaking somersaults in his tummy. Too far gone, Jinnie raised his arms up himself, stretching until the tips of his fingers brushed the headboard and looked pointedly up at Minho, who seemed utterly delighted by this unexpected move. Saying nothing else, he locked the cuffs around Jinnie’s wrists, making sure not to tighten it too much and finally, finally settled down on Hyunjin’s thighs. The taller boy laughed nervously as Lino took a moment to weigh his options. “You’re so ticklish everywhere, hmm, where should I start? Here?” He reached down to pinch sporadically at Jinnie’s sides, making the younger laugh loudly and squirm around, reveling in, at last, getting the tickles he’s longed for all day. “Hehehehehehe,” Jinnie’s sweet giggles were music to Lino’s ears. The sweet softness didn’t last very long, however, squirming turning to thrashing when Minho moved higher to his upper ribs.

Now, while Hyunjin was sensitive pretty much all over, his ribs and underarms were arguably his worst spots, so getting tickled there after a whole day of enviously watching his fellow bandmates get what he’d been itching for, made him feel like he was on cloud 9. “noOHOHOHO, PLEASE, IHIHIT’S SOHOHOHO BAHAHAD,” laughs melting into incoherency as Lino dug in on one side while scribbling the other and alternating it every so often to keep the younger on edge. Hyunjin tugged at his arms reflexively, trying to pull away from the deliciously torturous sensations. The dramatic screeches and howls of laughter made even Lino burst into amused cackles, “Does this tickle Jinnie~~? How about here? Isn’t this what you wanted aaaall day?” Hyunjin could only shake his head, bucking his hips and laughing even louder when Minho moved to his armpits. “ARGHHAHAHA FAHAHAHAHCK, PLEASHEHEHEHEASE CHAHAHANGE SPOHOHOTS AHAHAHAHAHA,” he begged, laughter coming out wheezing and the first tears spilling down his tomato face.

Minho stopped, doubling over and laughing at how red Hyunjin was. And it hadn’t even been a minute yet. “Was it too much baby? Do you want me to do it softly?” Minho checked in after recovering from his own fit of laughter, gently brushing the damp strands of hair stuck to Jinnie’s forehead. “It was so good hyung, thank you.” Satisfied with the answer, Minho aimed for Jinnie’s tummy next. Spidering over and over his thin t-shirt, he observed, had Hyunjin squirming so much more. He let Hyunjin get used to the tingles, feeling the younger’s body relax under his fingers before abruptly digging in. “Wha- ahahAHAHA HYUNHUNG!” Hyunjin’s protest sounded weak, even to himself. He tried to sit up to move away from the tickly fingers but let himself fall back and enjoy the torturous feeling. Loud joyful laughter rang  throughout the room and Minho felt his heart swell up in pride. He was doing this. He was making Jinnie feel and sound this happy. The older carefully kept an eye on his little victim’s face, watching how Hyunjin’s nose was scrunched up, eyes clenched shut and lips pulled into the wide grin he only got when he was being tickled. Hyunjin didn’t protest much more, laughing and cackling and even snorting freely as Minho worked his fingers into his belly button, then to his armpits and then quickly to his hips, changing spots so fast the boy couldn’t keep up.

He was granted another break when his laughter has begun to turn to wheezing, chest heaving as he panted for air, laughing when he met his hyung’s eyes. “I’m gonna finish off now Jinnie,” Minho warned his, hesitating for a second before Hyunjin consented with a nod. He pushed Jinnie’st-shirt up to his ribs and leaned down slowly, dragging it out and watching smugly at the way the muscles quivered under his gaze, Hyunjin sucking his tummy in as much as he could despite knowing there was nowhere to go. Hyunjin shuddered when cool lips pressed to the skin around his belly button, a few anticipatory giggles escaping his lips. And then it happened. Minho held the boy’s waist down as he blew the loudest raspberry he could, Hyunjin laughing his head off, trying his best to buck up and twist away from the oh so unbearably ticklish feeling. “FUHUHUCK, HYUNG HYUHUHUNG IT’S SO BAD. OH MY GAHAHAHAHA-” The rest of his sentence was lost in an incoherent babble, hysterical laughter being the only sound he could make as Minho pressed raspberry after raspberry into his stomach and sides and even one to his ribs. Minho pressed one last raspberry into the center of Hyunjin’s tummy before pulling away. The two were left gasping for breath, tears flowing down the sides of Hyunjin’s face for the second time that day. This time though, they were tears of joy. He had gotten what he’s wanted. “Thahat was brutal, hyung.” He smiled up at Lino replied with a sassy “You’re welcome🙄”

Minho uncuffed him, fishing out some lotion from his pocket for the red marks on Jinnie’s skin. Afterwards, the kitten, exhausted and ler mood satiated, draped himself over Hyunjin who groaned in protest but nonetheless, wrapped his arms around Lino’s torso and hugged the warm body impossibly closer. He adored how soft and docile Minho got after a session, whether his hyung got tickled or did the tickling, he’d always be soo sleepy and smiley by the end of it. The two fell peacefully into slumber, unaware how the open door had given the rest of their team front row seats to the concert of happiness the two members of paboracha had put on.

[hom3landr]

My, My, I Could Never Let You Go

In which your extensive knowledge of teen movies and flair for the dramatic comes in handy

Homelander X Reader

You don’t know what put him in this foul mood but it must have been one hell of an event to have him this riled up and pissy. He barks at you for any perceived slight against him and even the sweetest touches don’t lessen the fire in his eyes or loosen the set of his jaw. His anger doesn’t seem to be directed at you specifically but rather you are forced to take the brunt of it as the only other inhabitant of the zoo exhibit that Vought considers a penthouse. Alas, while you need not fear him hurting you, you are not spared from the venom that spews from his lips. However, you’ve done this song and dance before and you know that times like these are when he needs you the most.

So you devise a plan and for once you’re grateful that being Homelander’s girlfriend means that you never have to wait long to obtain what you want.

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Your grouchy boy had to leave for his meeting with the Seven. You wince when you think of how that’s going to play out. He has another engagement after which means you have a few hours to put together your brilliant plan. Your items arrive promptly and you practically vibrate as you begin your plot.

It takes a bit to figure out how to program the lights you purchased to sync to the music and you only have enough time to toss your boa around your neck and get in position before he’s stomping into the apartment with petulant purpose. Your fingers itch as you grip the remote, eager for him to turn around so you can start the show. This is a stupid idea and you feel stupid but if this works then maybe you can baffle him out of his bad mood.

He turns…and the lights dim. His brows furrow only to raise in surprise when the two spotlights you have attached to your laptop illuminate your pose as you stand confidently atop his bed. The mirror above catches the light and causes a disco effect which suits your purposes to a T. Another press on the remote and an upbeat song starts playing

ABBA fills the room as you strike a pose in your bell bottoms and fluffy boa.

Homelander may be the celeb but you can hold your own when it comes to showmanship. Your brush is held up to your mouth like a microphone as you belt out the eternal classic Mamma Mia. Your whole life has been building to this moment. You are holding a metaphorical boombox for the man you love and if he wants a romance like the movies then that is just what he’s gonna get.

Homelander stands frozen at the foot of the bed. He’s squinting at you in confusion as his hands rest on his hips. You bust a sick move and he emits a baffled scoff. He doesn’t stop you though. He waits, maybe not patiently, but he lets you have your moment as you serenade him happily.

When the song ends you take a bow to a silent audience.

You stand awkwardly for a few moments on top of the bed sheets that are now impossibly rumpled from your dancing. The hairbrush drops to the bed with a soft thump. You wait for any kind of response but eventually you realize you might not get one.

“What? Never had a cheesy teen romcom karaoke love confession before? I know I’m no Heath Ledger but…” You’re quickly cut off as Homelander tackles you onto the bed as soft as he can without causing you damage. You burst into delighted giggles as he presses kisses all over your face, leaving no spot untouched by his affection. You rest your hands on his shoulders and you feel warm inside as you realize that much of the tension is gone. He pulls back briefly to fix you with a soft bemused stare.

“Tha song doesn’t even make sense! You never left in the first place” he huffs, snuggling closer when your hands migrate to his hair.

“I wanted my Meryl Streep moment! Don’t judge me.” You squeal when he nips at your neck, his head briefly disappearing into the absurd mass of feathers. It tickles when he mumbles into your skin.

“Oh I’m judging. You didn’t see your dancing” he teases and you can feel his lips pull into a smirk. You swat him on the back of the head although you know it’s barely more than a breeze for him. You’re pleased that he’s pleased. Your boy is a sucker for cheese at heart and you’ll serenade him forever if it means he’ll smile the way he is right now.

After all…ABBA does have an extensive catalog of music.

[drifting-knightjar]

Saw the venom movie. The very clear reference to Michelangelo's Creation of Man really tickled me. Like Eddie has just been thrown to the ground and is clearly in extreme pain, but is also lounging in the exact position of Adam.

And I went 🤔🤔🤔 where have I seen that before? Oh it's the Michelangelo painting! And then they fully committed to it! Very romantic.

It kinda reminds me of those horny paintings of St. Sebastian being arrowshot. "Oh, I have been thrown to the ground, so helpless" *is literally lying exactly like this:*

[dannystheone]

Hope it's okay to send this when your requests are closed, I just read your tickling isn't goth fic and my God that was so cute 🥺 is there any chance we could get a fic of Michael messing around with Pete only for Pete to remember Michael admitted he's ticklish so he retaliates?

Yes absolutely! So um I know what I said but

lol I had an idea I'M THE WORST

I've actually had this idea before but I wanted to wait until I could articulate it properly if that makes sense

I hope you enjoy :0

WARNINGS: cursing! mentions of satan and other imagery. also a lot of band references so if it's confusing I'm sorry lol

I'm More Goth Than YOU! (Lee Micheal/ Ler Pete)

This takes place during the 'Basic Cable' episode (Season 23 Episode 9). After finding out that Micheal has already talked to the new girl Sophie, Pete finds himself wanting to discuss a few things with his friend...

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"-So we just sat around and listened to Bauhaus when System of a Down came on after that. I was like, what the fuck am I listening to, you know. And they skipped the song like when it came on and it switched to another goth band but that's when I knew they were just another poser." Micheal rambled Pete's ear off while they were watching a scary movie together.

Pete was at Micheal's house as it was the start of the weekend and October, so naturally they had to kick it off right. However, watching scary movies was a year-round activity, so tonight was a bit basic by their standards. The movie of choice was Hereditary, but they've seen it so many times that they could talk and watch at the same time and not miss any beats.

Pete was zoning out if he were being honest. He had his mind set on a girl he had talked to earlier that day. Sophie Gray. She was really pretty and she seemed really cool, not unlike anyone else that went to their school. Even though she was new and Pete didn't really know her yet, he could tell that she was different. Pete laid his cheek on his fist while he thoughtlessly said the first thing that came to mind.

"I don't mind System of a Down if I'm in the right mood," Pete said honestly. Micheal turned to Pete with a look of disgust. Pete was laying on his side on the couch with his left leg bent at the knee and his right leg laid over Micheal's thigh. Micheal pushed Pete's leg off of him and crossed his arms with a sneer on his face.

"God, that's how I know you're a fucking poser," Micheal growled. That got Pete's attention. Pete looked up from the television and set his jaw in anger.

"What did you say?" Pete asked, testing Micheal. There was no way his friend would utter something like that again to his face.

"I'm just saying that no real child of darkness would be listening to something so mainstream. I've heard cheerleaders listen to Chop Suey before." Micheal said with venom in his tone.

"Oh yeah? Then how do you know a single song from the band anyway? You're a hypocrite, Micheal. Op- foreshadowing." Pete pointed to the TV where a hidden Easter egg was shown in the movie.

"Nice catch." Micheal relaxed after that. Micheal allowed Pete to put his leg back up to rest on his thigh so it wasn't hanging off the couch. It seemed like Micheal didn't want to be caught being a poser or a conformist in any way, shape, or form. Pete wondered why that was.

"So uh... that new girl at school. Sophie Gray? Talk to her yet?" Pete tested the waters with Micheal. Sophie had revealed that Micheal had already spoken to her before Pete had, and Gods knows what Micheal was saying about the people at the school. To save his own skin, Pete threw Micheal under the bus and called him a total poser. Because let's face it, no one was more goth than Pete was.

Micheal perked up at her name. "Yeah, she's pretty cool. I offered to show her around campus sometime and she started talking about Skinny Puppy. Can you believe it? She's not a conformist dickhole like every other new kid in South Park." Micheal carded his fingers through his curly hair while Pete stared back at the TV.

"Well, too bad she already accepted my invitation to show her around the school. She even said she wanted to talk later. Guess she's only into real goths." Pete was poking the bear on that one. Micheal turned to Pete with a look of thinly veiled shock.

"What? You talked to her? No way." He asked. Pete shrugged nonchalantly with a small smirk on his face.

"Yeah. She said she's not into posers. Her words." Micheal furrowed his brows at Pete's words.

"Well, I'm not a poser!" Micheal said defensively. Pete's smile only grew as he looked over his shoulder to meet Micheal's eyes.

"Then why would she say something like that? She said she doesn't like guys who try too hard." Pete's smile could be heard in his voice. Michael gave Pete an incredulous look and grabbed onto Pete's calve resting on his thigh.

"Did she actually say that Pete?" Micheal asked. Pete threw up his shoulders and turned his attention back to the TV.

"Are... Are you lying? Pete. Answer me." Pete kept a smug little grin on his face when he felt a hand squeezing the in-between spot of his knee and his thigh. Pete let out a shocked cry as he shook off the hand.

"Ah-hah! What are you doing creeper?!" Pete yelled, fighting to take his leg back. Micheal held onto his leg in a tight grip as he defended himself.

"I want you to answer me about Sophie Gray, dork! I'm not doing this 'cause I like it! Are you lying about what you said?" Micheal pressed.

Now one thing about Pete: He was a TERRIBLE liar. He could make stuff up on the spot about a story that was already established, but coming up with stuff out of thin air under pressure? He began to stutter and jerk his leg in Micheal's grip.

"I- I don't know! It's just what she said! Why do you-" Pete and Micheal both looked at the TV at the same time. The main character had passed by another Easter egg.

"Foreshadowing." They said at the same time.

They turned back to look at each other one more time before Micheal squished the inner part of Pete's knee, creeping into his inner thigh. Pete gave an inward squeak as he began giggling and kicking his leg.

"M-Mihihicheal! Stohohop! You're a weheheirdo!" Pete struggled and snickered while squirming all over Micheal's couch. Micheal hadn't heard Pete's ticklish laugh, or any laugh for that matter, since the tickling ritual at Henrietta's place a few months back. They don't really talk about that day, and for good reason.

"What, are you gonna call me a creep next? You're so mainstream it hurts, Pete. I don't know why Sophie would choose you to hang out with. If she should be hanging out with any goth at the school it should definitely be me." Micheal admitted. Pete managed an eye-roll in the midst of his tickle attack which Micheal definitely caught.

"Sounds like you're je-hehealous! Get off mehehe!" Pete snickered with Micheal grabbing both his lower thighs and squishing into the muscle. Through sheer luck (and some determination) Pete managed to sit up in a different position on the couch and grabbed Micheal by his jacket. Their small tussle took them to the floor of the living room in a bundle of pillows and blankets.

Pete thrust a hand out while blind in the flurry of objects surrounding them and just started to squish his hand over and over. Pete didn't really know why he shot his arm out to retaliate, but something in the back of his mind told him it would work.

His intuition seemed to be right as he felt the random body part he had grabbed start to shake with laughter. Pete forced himself out of the small blanket fort that had fallen on top of them and kept squeezing the body part he had in his hand.

He had Micheal's ribs in his grip, which he held onto for dear life. Satan, Micheal was a squirmer. It was like he was being electrocuted.

"Call me mainstream again, Micheal. Do it. I dare y-" Pete egged on Micheal, but he had never seen this expression on his face before. Micheal's eyes were screwed shut as he laughed out from the small amount of squeezes Pete was administering. Had Pete landed on his death spot by accident?

"Pehehete! Gehehe- *hick!* Gehehehet ohohoff- *hick!* ahahasshole! *hick!*" The sound of Micheal's hiccupy laughter filled the living room. Pete was dumbfounded. He had no idea how to react rather than to keep squeezing. Pete shoved both his hands on either side of Micheal's ribcage and scribbled his fingers into Micheal's bony frame. Micheal burst out into a fresh peal of laughter as he tried tucking his knees into his chest for protection.

"I'm gonna put you in your grave for calling me a poser, Micheal. I should record this and show it to Sophie to prove to her that you're just a ticklish conformist. I bet she'd get a real laugh out of that one. What do you think?" Pete was sure talking big words for someone who was ticklish himself. Micheal could do nothing as his head lay on the carpeted floor and laughed out.

Micheal tried fighting Pete's hands back, but that just raised his arm up and out of the way. Pete took the opportunity and shoved his hand into Micheal's armpit and simply moved his fingers in the space before Micheal snorted and squirmed underneath his friend.

"Gohohohod! Yohohohou- *hick!* yohohohou suhuhuhuhuck! *hick!* Screhehehew ohohohohoff! *hick!*" Despite his words, Pete had it hard taking Micheal seriously, seeing as he had a huge grin on his face and giggled out all of his threatening words. It didn't deter Pete of course, he's heard this all before.

"What did you say? You said I suck? You calling me a vamp kid now, Micheal?" Pete tossed his hair out of his eyes just as Micheal had managed to flip himself onto his belly and started clawing himself away from the situation. Pete launched into action as he grabbed his friend's right arm and barred it into his back.

"L-Let go of me! Sophie Gray knows I'm more goth than you, conformist! This is pointless!" Micheal shouted. Pete let out a disgusted groan as he jammed his fingers into Micheal's side, just underneath his lowest rib. If Pete thought he found Micheal's death spot before, he was dead wrong. Micheal immediately started fighting him and trying to hold back his immense giggles.

"Stahahahap! *hick!* Yohohou're fuhuhucking lahahame- *hick!* Pehehehete!" Micheal's face buried into the carpet of the living room while his shoulders jumped with laughter. Pete was a little shocked for words at how well he was taking control of the situation.

"Oh yeah, I'm lame, Micheal? I'm not the one laughing like a preppy straight-A cheerleader right now. If only Sophie were here, she could see how much of a princess you actually are." Pete had no idea where these fighting words were coming from, especially directed at someone who's always been more commonly revered among the goths AND older than him. Micheal struggled at that last remark but crumbled when he felt Pete finding the divet in his side. That was the spot right there.

"Fuhuhuhuck ohohohohoff! Yohohou- *hick!* Yohohohou're thehehe wohohohohorst! *hick!* Micheal tried lying on the side that was being tickled and swung with his free arm, but Pete was quick to grab the arm and stuff it by the other one and kept both his wrists behind his back in a vice grip. Now Pete alternated between tickling one side and switching to the other randomly.

That was cause for disaster. The randomness of the tickles in Micheal's worst spot kept him laughing as his brain was surprised at every turn where Pete would strike next. Not to mention with his increased laughter, his hiccups increased as well.

Pete could feel Micheal's legs bending at the knee and shooting out behind him over and over again as he sat on his hips. He felt all of his struggling underneath him, but his laugh was what intrigued him most. It was hiccupy yes but it was deeper than his speaking voice, and it had the same rasp to it. It would be more of a romantic laugh if it wasn't infested by those goofy hiccups.

"How much more of this do you wanna take, Micheal? You know what you have to say to get out of this. You have to say you're sorry for calling me a poser, you have to say I'm more goth than you, and you have to say Sophie Gray would prefer me over you showing her around the school cause you're a goddamn dorky ticklish conformist." Pete laid all this out while Micheal immediately started shaking his head.

"Nohohoho wahahahay!! I cahahahan't! *hick!* Ihihihihit's- *hick!* Ihihihihit's toohohohoo muhuhuhuch! *hick!*" Micheal's voice was getting weaker, maybe since he'd gotten tickled a lot longer than Pete was tickled just a moment ago. Pete decided to give Micheal a little boost. Pete let go of Micheal's hands behind his back just for Pete to grab both of his sides and scratch his blunt nails through the thin material of his blouse. Micheal let out a surprised noise as he fell back onto the carpet with his eyes screwed shut in laughter.

"Then I guess we'll stay here a while, Micheal. Say hi to Cthulu for me when you cross into the Ether." Pete flipped his hair out of his eyes while he watched Micheal manage a quick bird-flipping motion with his right hand. Pete groaned audibly as he shoved his fingers into Micheal's armpit, which made Micheal laugh hard.

"Just say you like it-" Pete was about to say before his phone chirped a notification sound. Pete looked back at his phone and decided to give Michael a break. Pete unlatched himself from Micheal's hips as he walked on his knees to read the notification. With Micheal's freedom, Micheal rolled onto his back and gulped in greedy amounts of air with a hand over his beating heart.

"You're a fucking dickhole, Pete... I swear to-" Micheal started, but Pete interrupted him.

"Oh shit. Sophie just invited me to her house. She said she wants to watch something." Pete looked over to Micheal, who was sitting up with a pained expression on his face. It was then that Micheal's phone chirped as well. Micheal pulled his phone out of his pocket and read out the message he received.

"I got an invitation too," Micheal said simply.

"What should we do?" Pete asked. Micheal started typing and sent back a message.

"I asked her what we'll watch," Micheal replied. Pete nodded and flipped his hair out of his eyes before sending the same question to Sophie.

A moment passed before both of their phones chirped at the same time.

"Mandalorian?" They both said out loud in an equally disgusted tone.

"She has a Disney Plus account?" Pete asked.

"Fucking conformist," Micheal said, displeased.

"Nope." Pete and Micheal said in unison before shutting down her invitation.

"Welp, so much for that. What should we do now?" It was then that the main character screamed from the television, grabbing both Micheal and Pete's attention.

Pete and Micheal decided to make up and spend the rest of the night watching cheesy horror movies. None of what they said they actually meant, and they really felt that way. Besides, no way a conformist could actually change the way two REAL goths thought about each other.

Pete did have some interesting stories to tell the rest of the group while Micheal wasn't around, however...

[rythmicjea]

White

A Riverdale microfanfiction based on the february creative writing prompts [02] - "Between Old Lovers" by @thepathetickind

Sunlight streams through the window of her bedroom. Her vision is filled with white. White sheets, white walls, white sunbeams. All keeping her limbo between dreams and reality. Straddling The Pembroke and Alphabet City. Future and Past and Future/Past. Jughead is warm against her back. His breath coasting over her ear as he dozes soundly. She softly plays with the tips of his fingers as the calling birds and life outside lure her awake. 

This is her favorite part of the day.

She's both 71 and 9. She knows her teacher's name is Miss Hamda. She has three meetings on her books at Riverlodge's New York office. The apps on her iPhone 4 are nostalgic. She's beaten Angry Birds and slashes to her hearts content on Fruit Ninja. The traffic sounds like an old song when they drive down Park Avenue.

He holds her tighter, bringing her further into the present. She rolls over to study him further. His black hair has gone silver turning his eyes monochromatic. She can see the coltish boy he once was. The broad shouldered man with heavy bags under his eyes. He carried the weight of too much once upon a time. She misses his reluctant curls.

"What is today?" He asks, still lost in his own dreams. It's a question they've found themselves asking more and more. A habit between old lovers who have lived two lifetimes together.

Even with her eyes closed she still sees white. "Today…" Taking a moment to think about the date, she turns on the movie projector of memories finding the right reel. "Is the Fourth Grade Spelling Bee."

He hummed. "And you won with what word?"

Her smile grows wide and bright, showing off her pearly white teeth. "Poisonous," she breathes contentedly. Glad that Angel Tabitha let that memory stay.

"You were venomous," He corrects, making the old joke as she squeals with delight when he tickles her. Their age (9, 25, 17, 71, and everything in between) transcends time; because in the haze of white she can see black.

[lovemybluebully]

Masterlist

Thought maybe I oughta make one of these pinned posts so people can find my fics easier. 😁 They are all tickle fics btw so if you don't like that kind of thing then this is not the blog for you. lol They are of the SFW variety though.

Currently obsessed with Deadpool and Wolverine.

Just gonna list my new DP/W fics here below the cut and then put a link to the page with all my other fics. 😎

Listing newest fics at the top here.

Was That A Snort? - To get some payback Wade attacks Logan with tickles and is beyond amused by the sounds he manages to get out of him while the whole experience ends up putting Logan's head in a better place. 💗 Deadpool and Wolverine-verse M/M

Santa Always Comes Through - Logan's nightmares of his past are keeping him from getting any sleep, so Wade comes up with the perfect Christmas gift for him. Deadpool and Wolverine-verse M/M

Feels Like Home - Logan has become downcast about the prospect of moving into a new apartment. Wade offers a foot massage to help him destress and.....You already know where this is going. 🤣 Deadpool and Wolverine-verse M/M

All Hail Queen Bea! - After a comment from Logan induces some ticklish consequences, Wade finally gets the confirmation about his friend that he suspected all along. Deadpool and Wolverine-verse M/M

Wakey Wakey - Wade gets Logan out of bed in the best way possible. 🤭 Deadpool and Wolverine-verse M/M

It's For Science - Wade gets it into his head that maybe not all humans have the same number of rib bones. His logic being that since Logan has a shorter body then he may be an exception. Unfortunately for Logan this is far too ticklish of an experiment for him to bear. A small bit of ticklish!deadpool at the end too. Deadpool and Wolverine-verse M/M

Over My Dead Body - Logan just wants to watch the game, but Wade can’t help but mess with him and discovers he’s ticklish in the process. Logan is pissed at first, but eventually comes to terms with the benefits and has a life altering epiphany. Deadpool and Wolverine-verse M/M

A Small Lapse of Judgement - Logan is adjusting to his new residence in Wade’s apartment. And that includes enduring his countless tickle attacks against him. But then Wolvie decides it’s time for a little payback. Deadpool and Wolverine-verse M/M

How To Pet a Wolverine - Wade makes an irresistible discovery about Logan during their brawl inside the van. Deadpool and Wolverine-verse M/M

Here's the drawing I did of Wade tickling Logan. 🤭 I have other tickle art I've posted on here if you look hard enough. lol

And the other one I did here of Wade giving Logan ticklish raspberries to his tummy. Heheh, he likes it. 😊

And below is the link to the rest of my fics. All SFW. Mind you some of them are around 10 years old and may not be written that great so proceed at your own risk. lol I mainly wrote for the cartoon/comic versions of X-men (99% being Wolverine lol I love him 🥰), Venom, Punisher and The Wolf Among Us. Got one random Overwatch story in there too.

Tickle Fics Here! All fluffy, SFW stuff.

I have a Deviantart account as well but warning that there is some NSFW stuff I've posted on there over the years. I am an adult woman and do find tickling to be a kink in very specific situations. 90% I don't though, and I just enjoy tickling as a cute, fun, bonding activity between friends and lovers. I'm not gonna link my DA here. If you're interested, I'm sure you'll be able to find it.

[pulchrasilva]

intro post!!

You can call me Lucky! I use any pronouns, so get creative with it :3

Expect posts you don't understand, and posts that make you wish you didn't understand! It's kind of my brand at this point <3

In theory, I'm a fanfic writer - ao3 - writing master post (old)

Main fandoms: Just Roll With It (esp The Suckening atm), Roleslaying with Roman, Venom movies (and some other venom things by extension)

Other interests: maths, linguistics, Ancient Rome, Ursula le Guin novels, DnD, probably some other things

I'm literally always willing to talk about things on this list (and plenty of things not on it) so feel free to shoot me an ask about stuff!!

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My tagging system is an incomprehensible horror even to me so good luck with that lol

I WILL post about my ocs without any context you just have to cope with that. Or ask me about them if you want 👀 (don't expect coherent answers though lmao)

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"One day we shall, in our hubris, recreate the tower of Babel. And upon that day, the Suckiest languages imaginable will flood the earth, and the masses will weep in joyous sorrow" - @monstrousparalysis

[razputin-vodello-au-archives]

[Promt suggestion] Milla walks in on raz and lili making out and she gives a very embarrassing talk with raz.

Timeline: Near future. Raz and Lili are both 15 years old.

It was a pretty quiet Saturday afternoon in the Vodello-Nein household. Sasha was in his office, fixing up some overdue paperwork and Milla hummed a song as she went around the house picking up laundry as she went. She hadn’t heard her son in almost an hour now. Last she saw him, he ran past her saying something about his plans, but since she was busy and a bit distracted, the only thing she managed to pick up was ‘-with Lili in-‘. So she figured he was hanging out with his girlfriend, and perhaps any of the Junior Agents – whom were not too far away from being promoted to fulltime Agents - too.

As she passed her son’s room, she noticed a pair of socks – among other items of discarded yesterday’s clothing - laying in front of his door. Milla let out a sigh, and with a flick of her wrist the clothes levitated into her laundry basket. “Why did I even bother giving that boy his own laundry bin he begged for last week?”

A familiar scratch in the back of her head tickled her, making her smile as she recognized her husband’s mental touch.. ‘Because he’s longing for more independence from ‘overbearing parents’, as would any 15-year old teenager his age?’

Milla giggled. “Back to your papers, husband, for they won’t fill in themselves.”

A hearty chuckle resonated in her head. “Unfortunately….” She soon felt the connection break away again, leaving Milla with her own thoughts.

Milla looked at Razputin’s door, letting out a heavy breath. Knowing Razputin, his room would be littered with clothes. Such a shame, certainly because he was so much like her when it came to fashion and wellbeing of his clothes when he was younger. So fussy about keeping them as fabulous as possible, as long as possible. But alas, little ducklings grow up into hormonal teenagers as well and will look to tear themselves away from mama duck, looking for their own place in this big blue pond that is the world.

Milla smiled. Not that Raz really tried, though. He was often mentioning about being ‘too big for that, mom’ a lot, but still he would snuggle up to her whenever they’d watch a movie together. He’d always be her little boy, no matter how much he tried to act mature.

She shook away her thoughts and walked over to his room. She’d normally let Raz’s room alone – trying to teach Raz some responsibilities about tidying his own room. But if he was insisted on leaving his dirty laundry around, she’d clean now and give a lecture later.

She opened the door …and froze at the sigh before her. Her teenage son was in his bed, his equally teenage girlfriend Lili on top of him, her shirt seemingly halfway on it’s way to be taken off. The two teens let out a startled yelp, with Lili quickly rolling off Razputin, scrambling up while she tried to fix her outfit.

Raz sat him, giving his mom a venomous look. “Damnit mom, haven’t you ever heard of knocking?!” He asked, his voice a bit too harsh.

Milla dropped her laundry basket, her lips two thin lines on her face. A silence fell over the room. Raz, realizing what he just did, turned bright red.

“Uh …so-“

“Lili, darling, I think it’s time you go home, don’t you think?” Milla asked calmly, her expression neutral despite the overly sweet tone in her voice – which brought shivers down the two teenagers’ backs.

Lili quickly grabbed her jacket, giving Raz a quick wave. “Yes, Milla. Sorry about that Milla. I’m going now Milla. Please don’t kill my boyfriend, Milla.” She turned to Raz. “If you survive, give me a call, okay?”

“Now, Lili.”

Lili squeaked. “Gone! Bye!” She quickly ran out of the room, running into a side table by the sound of it. They heard the front door open and slam shut.

Only Raz and Milla were left in the room. Milla took a deep breath and walked over to her son, who shrunk further in himself with every step she took. By the time Milla had reached his bed and sat down, he was holding his breath.

Milla sighed, her gaze fixed on the wall in front of her. “Razputin, I do not appreciate you raising your voice against me.”

Raz gulped. “Mom, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

“And I certainly do not like it that you used profanity at me, too.”

Raz shrunk. “That …was an accident. It came out before I realized it.” He explained in a tiny, soft voice. “I mean, you startled me and Lili – NOT that I’m blaming you are anything, but-“

“And what were you and Lili doing?” Milla asked, snapping her gaze at her son.

Raz let out a squeak. “Okay, okay, I don’t know what you think it it looked like, but-“

“I think it looked like you and Lili were making out quite passionately, Razputin.”

“O-kay …so, you do know what it looked like, but-but-but I can explain. Me and Lili were just hanging out here, watching movies and such, just minding our own business and I commented on how nice Lili’s hair looked today and good she smelled and w-well …one thing let to the other. I mean, she’s my girlfriend, right? It’s not like we never-“

“Raz, you are not in trouble for …making out with your girlfriend.” Milla stated, her expression slightly amused for a second before it sterned again. “I’m not a naïve person, darling. I do realize you and Lili are very close, and you two act on it, in the same way you have seen me and Sasha express our love for one another. You’re a passionate person, Razputin. You’re a Vodello, after all.”

“So …I’m not in trouble?”

“I’m not finished.” Milla stated. “I do, however, would like to ask you one thing: if I hadn’t stepped into your room just now, how far would you two have gone?”

Raz tilted his head, his expression confused. “How far would-“ His eyes turned wide and he quickly waved his hand in a frantic dismissive manner. “Oh, oh, mom, no! Me and Lili weren’t gonna- I mean, I wasn’t going to …just kissing, not …the other thing.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear you two never had such intentions, but two hormonal teenagers in love in a room alone could potentially end up in those types of situations. You and Lili are getting older and your bodies are undergoing constant changes, which make you look at one another in different ways then when you were younger.”

Raz groaned. “Mom, I had ‘The Talk’ with dad last year.”

“And now I’m having my say as well, querido.” Milla stated, a teasing smile spreading on her lips. She noticed how Raz visibly relaxed at this sight.

She placed a hand on his cheek and smiled warmly at him. “Razputin, I just want to implore you that you and Lili act responsibly. Not only for your sake, but especially for Lili’s. I realize that, if the two of you ever decided to take the next step-“ She grabbed Raz by his chin, giving it a light squeeze. “-that the two of you wait until you’re both old enough!” She pulled him closer, looking him dead in the eyes. “You understand me, Razputin?”

“Loud and clear, mom.” Raz squeaked.

Milla released him with a smile. “Good. Glad to hear you take this seriously.” She pulled him into a hug, which he promptly returned.

“I’m really sorry I yelled at you, mom.” Raz stated as he pulled away from the hug.

“And I am sorry for not knocking first.” Milla said. She booped her son on the nose. “Seems we both learned a few lessons today, didn’t we?”

“Yeah, I’m gonna need a lock for my door, for instance.” Raz joked.

“Never gonna happen, darling.” Milla patted Raz on the head and stood up. The laundry basket levitated off the ground, into her arms. She stopped in the doorway and looked over her shoulder. “Oh, and please clean your room, darling. It’s like a pigsty in here.”

Raz let out a groan. “Yes, mom…”

“Good boy.”

Milla walked out the room, closing the door behind her. She let out a heavy sigh and smiled. “Teenagers... no-one said motherhood would be easy.”

[bunnimew]

Thinking of Pitch addressing Jack as “Frost” when meeting in Burgess: v big estranged exes energy 👀. And him trying to impart good advice to Jack! Not explicitly, but by insinuating it via telling him that this isn’t his fight, and saying his name in an almost tender way? And the way Pitch sounds so venomous before telling him that, when he’s talking about Jack hanging out with the Guardians. Like, wow, wait to keep up the façade of being over him, Pitch 🙄.

Hi anon! 

I’m so tickled y’all like this blackice exes idea. 😂 Looking at the movie through that lens gives me SO many ideas. But yes, you’re so right- Pitch can’t help himself. He doesn’t WANT to be over Jack. And I like to think Jack doesn’t want to be over Pitch either. 😭 Pitch doesn’t want Jack in the middle of his fight because it will ultimately hurt both of them. And of course Pitch would be highkey jealous that Jack picked the Guardian’s side over him. 

Imagine how sweet it would have been if we’d gotten a better canon ending, where the Guardians and Jack accept Pitch into the fold. :( Oh well. AT LEAST WE HAVE FANFICTION TO FIX IT! 😂

Thanks for the ask anon! 🖤 ❄️

[fenmere]

The thing we've enjoyed most about the Venom movies with Tom Hardy are the conversations between Eddie and Venom. And, like, yes, that's a mind numbingly obvious statement because that ongoing dialogue is literally the central draw of the movies and what they're all about.

But, it's so fucking plural.

And not just, like, there are two people inhabiting one form and arguing with each other about what to do.

It's that the only real difference between what they're saying to each other, and what we often say to each other, is that Venom in the movie can actually climb a wall or eat someone.

Anyway, the Venom 3 trailer has a very gratuitous played for laughs scene of typical dialogue between Eddie and Venom, and although it's kind of formulaic Hollywood humor, it fucking tickled the shit out of us.

Petty, harmless headmate disagreements and fumbles are the true spice of life.

[rachalixie]

HIII ANNY!! pls do this 🥺🫶🏻

When you get this ask you have to put songs you listen to, post it, then send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers

OKay i’ll also do my top five !!! and you’re getting explanations even though you didn’t ask

something about this song tickles my brain so GOOD the movie was alright but this SONG

my enhyphen babies wah this is such a cute comeback

self explanatory this is my song. all of rock star tbh but specially this one wow

my baddies im still obsessed with this song tbh

i feel like i discovered this song later than everyone else but i really like it

[creativecuteness]

One of a Kind Vamp: Chapter 2 Who I was Before

Summary: After the events of Jesse's downfall Rory and Dakota take time to process and reflect the craziness of the past week, while discussing Rory's past and potential future

as I said before I wrote this and chapter one in one night while listening to Gorillaz debut album, G-Sides and Laika Come Home all of which are awesome, and you give a listen like I had so much fun vibing to them. Also this fic takes place shortly after the movie so if you can invasion Rory in his outfit at the end of the movie that would be great. And again, Dakota could either be ten or fourteen in this fic with that enjoy.

There was something about cuddling in the arms of a good friend that brought Rory insane amounts of comfort: a warm body pressed on his stomach, firm arms wrapped around his back, and a head resting on his chest as they lay there, listening to the sounds of their breathing and the silence of his still beating heart. Even though he was a newly full-fledged vampire, Rory never considered himself cold-blooded. Sure, his body temperature did fall after turning, but not to the point where he needed a heated blanket or warmer clothes, considering he could wear short sleeves and his thin flannel overshirt’s just fine.

Heck, he’s lived in Canada his whole life; he’s used to the crisp chill, fall brings and the harsh, bitter cold of winter. So maybe he truly was just used to the cold.

But if there was one thing becoming a vampire did do, was make him more aware of different heat sources, like the one holding him now, as if he’d disappear at any moment.

Now that Jesse was defeated, they all finally had the time to process everything that happened to them, and it seems now was the time for Dakota to process her shock of Rory’s near-death experience. He still couldn’t believe they came all that way to Jesse’s party to save him from being someone’s dinner or that he meant so much to them. Not to mention the fact that Dakota was falling in love with him; he never expected to catch the eyes of the new girl and her best friend, but here he was cuddling his little lover, hoping to reassure her that he’s not going anywhere. Plus, the loving warmth radiating off her from their embrace was comforting.

He could still see her face from that night—the look of fear when he was pushed in front of Sarah, forcing her to choose a world she doesn’t want to be a part of, the feeling of her small and shaky hand tightly holding his. The look of hurt and pleading as Erica shoved her out of the way to drink from him herself, and the betrayal as Erica bit down hard into his neck, draining him of his blood and replacing it with the venom that would soon change him from mortal to creature of the night. Even while fading in and out of consciousness, he was somehow acutely aware of her quickening heartbeat and her frantic breathing as chaos erupted as the rescue party began fighting for their lives. He swore he saw tear drops spilling from her eyes as she fought through the chaos, struggling to reach him, only fully leaving once Jesse reassured her that they’d be okay. And even then, Erica’s relationship with both her and Sarah has become strained, and Rory didn’t blame them.

While Erica’s new bad girl attitude was hot as fluff, he didn’t miss the fact it was also problematic. The new Erica was far from the sweet-hearted Dusk fangirl who would give anyone the time of day with a sweet smile and good-natured spirit.

“I guess what they say is true.” He thought as Dakota adjusted herself to a more comfortable position. “Absolute power corrupts absolutely."

“Did, did it hurt?” Dakota muttered, now burying her head into the crook of Rory’s neck, the tips of his curled hair tickling her cheek.

“What?” He asked as his friend untangled herself from Rory’s grasp to properly face him. “Did it hurt when Erica bit you?”

“Not really,” he tried to recall. “I mean, yeah, the fangs piercing into my neck was shocking, but I wouldn’t say it was excruciating or unbearable; it was oddly pleasurable.”

“Oddly pleasurable, how?”

“Well, like that girl who gave me that wicked hicky shortly before you found me.”

“Do you have a biting kink?” Dakota wondered, raising an eyebrow,

“Depends, would that trigger your sex repulsed side?”

“Yes.” She spoke simply and sternly.

“Then never mind.” He shook his head, and Dakota decided to drop the topic, laying her head back down on Rory’s chest, who began absentmindedly stroking her head.

“What were you like before? Like, what were your day-to-day actions as a human?”

“Well…” Rory had to think for a moment while it hasn’t been too long since he turned; it has been a while since he had to consciously think about his mundane routine.

“To be fair, I wouldn’t say my life was anything special, at least not like yours. I woke up, went to school with Benny and Ethan, went to class, and then went back home for dinner, homework, video games, and listened to music while I relaxed and fell asleep. wake up, and the cycle repeats. Up until recently, it was the most boring and uninteresting life I ever lived. But not a bad one; compared to you, mine isn’t anything worth writing home about.

But Dakota couldn’t disagree more as she shook her head. “At least you had a life. Sure, I’m the most extraordinary girl you’ll ever meet; I get that a lot, but you were human; you aged, lived, breathed, and slept. Now you can’t age; everyone around you will grow old and die, and you’ll be living till the end of the world, and even then, I doubt you’ll be able to move onto the afterlife; you’re basically a soulless demon. With a heart of gold to match, of course.” She added to lighten the mood,

And Rory understood, yes, there were sadly drawbacks to being immortal and all-powerful. He no longer slept as much or as deep as he used to, not to mention yes, he no longer aged; his best friends and his parents will grow old and die one by one, and he’ll stay forever young, forced to wander the earth in a cursed ageless body that is difficult to kill and easy to resurrect, or at least according to Jesse. He didn’t know how true that statement was, considering how cocky and manipulative he was.

“It’s true becoming a vampire has changed my life for better and for worse yet. Who’s to say it will stay this way?"

“What?” Dakota shot up, eyes wide.

“Well, who’s to say that in a few years I’ll change my mind and want to become human again? If there is a cure for vampirism, it’s bound to be found eventually. I mean, we’re already searching high and low for Sarah. Maybe I’ll be the one to test it to see if it works.”

“You’ll give up your immortality for us?"

He nodded. “Well, Erica won’t do it, nor will any other vampire; they’re too old; they’ll just shrivel up and turn to dust. And besides, I like you a lot, Dakota. If something happens and we start dating, that’ll place you at an unfair crossroad. I don’t want to make the same mistake Jesse made. I don’t want you to choose if you don’t want to. Not to mention the vampire counsel is against humans dating vampires, so there’s another issue. It’s a long and complicated procedure that I don’t want you caught up in; you’re too kind to be put under all that stress and pressure, and I’m willing to sacrifice my immortality and all the awesome perks that came with it just so we can live peacefully.”

“R-Rory, I I had no idea I meant that much to you.” She smiled, trying to blink back her tears and failing. "

“Well,” He chuckled. “If I don't, Emily will surely kill me. Not to mention… Hey, are you okay?” He asked, seeing her smiling, tear-stained face looking up at him.

Dakota, feeling too choked up to respond, flung her arms around the older teen, rubbing her check against his, leaning in, and whispered a phrase that made his heart melt. With that, the two melted into comfortable silence once more.

“I love you, Rory.”

[ticklishdeadpool]

Summer’s Masterpost~~

TicklishDeadpool ❤️

I’ll be writing tickle fics and reblogging tickle fics and tickle art. Right now you’ll notice I’m very Deadpool and Wolverine focused.

This is a TICKLE blog so if you find that WEIRD then check it out ANYWAY.

Hi I’d like to join the Marvel tickle community!!! I’m very new! I’ve seen barely any movies and read zero comics. Please I want new Marvel tickle community friends 🥺

Important Link

Fic Masterlist

Deadpool and Wolverine

Shut The Fuck Up - Wolverine is happy to have moved in with Deadpool after the events of the movie…but he really just never stops talking does he? lee!Deadpool x ler!Wolverine

STFU Part Two - Deadpool gets his revenge. lee!Wolverine x ler!Deadpool

Venom

Nothing To Hide - Eddie’s weird conflicting emotions are stressing Venom out, but he discovers a new one that he loves. lee!Eddie x ler!Venom

My OC: Meet The Claw!

(No fics yet, but here he is!)

I’m gonna keep a list I’ll be updating with all the Marvel movies I’ve seen here!

Deadpool 1 & 2

Deadpool & Wolverine

Infinity War

Endgame

Logan

Civil War

Spider-Man Homecoming

Iron Man 1 & 2

Avengers(2012)

Venom 1 & 2

(Yeah…please send me suggestions!! The Deadpool and Wolverine movie sparked my interest in Marvel! I’m interested in Spider-Man and Iron Man from what I’ve seen from other tickle fics. Maybe Captain America. I really want to get more into this.)

If I seem familiar you might have met me over at my main blog @wishitweresummer , I liveblog and write tickle fanfiction for the Dream Team and a bit of the mcyt community!!!

I also have an ao3!!!

My friends!

Get through my short list of tickle fics and still want more? Here’s some people I know personally that have amazing fanfics for you to read!

@snugglyfluffle

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